That moment when
You look back on something you wrote or a picture you’ve taken and you just can’t help but to look out at the blank wall in your room and really think to yourself hard, about what the fuck you were thinking.
I’ve been really feeling this soundtrack lately.
Sacrificing who you are.
It’s hard to tell when to draw the line between sacrificing old beliefs and habits for something or someone else. I don’t mind changing, but only if it’s for a greater good. At the end of the day, I go on with life with only one other person-and that’s me, I’m just cautious that I end up living with the best me I can be.
At the end of the day, when I get time to myself to just lay in bed and think; I always think back on my day. From when the day starts to the very moment I’m living-I think of every little thing that happened throughout that day that I am thankful for. You wonder why I’m always so positive? It’s not that I see no flaw or sadness in the world; in fact, I believe and know how...